Chrissy
Did you know that most people assume they've misplaced their items when it disappears? Because they do. When really I've just stolen them.
They can't see me because I don't want them to, and I've always been a sly fox. I love the snacks they hide in their refrigerators. My favorites are chocolates. I've already devoured all of them leaving the wrappers on their counter top. I'm resting on their couch as I watch the man come down the stairs.
"Where did I fucking put my wallet." He mumbles to himself as he tore the place down, searching for the wallet that I have in my back pocket.
"What's going on?" The lady called from up stairs. She had just finished taking a shower. I loved being with couples, they're so cute. Being the young 15 year old I am, I always dreamed of spending my life with a man I loved.
Ha, impossible for me though.
"Perrie! Have you seen my wallet?" He called out as he rubbed the back of his neck. He came over to the couch looking directly at where I'm laying. I quickly jumped off before he grabbed one of the pillows to search behind it.
"Your what?" She asked, now down stairs. Her hair was still dripping wet as she was drying it with a towel. She was really pretty.
"My wallet. Have you seen it?" He said sounding a bit annoyed. He sat down on the couch as he tried to remember where he last put it. Which was on the counter top.
"You ate all the chocolates!" Perrie yelled.
"No I did not!" The man retorted.
"Don't lie to me Zayn." She said.
I wiped off the chocolate stains that still remained on my lips as I giggled at the argument.
"I said I didn't!" He said now getting up to the counter top.
"Then who did hm? Did you have someone over?" She asked now placing her hands on her hips. He copied the same posture as he mocked her.
"Did you have someone over??" He said in a high pitched voice trying to sound like her.
"Of course I didn't Pear, I bet you did." He said back.
She gasped at his response, throwing her hands into the air. They argued some more and I didn't want to be here to see the rest of it. I took his wallet out of my pocket and picked out $50.
I know that's a lot, but he had $500 left in that wallet. I can also tell by all the Grammy awards stacked on his shelf that he was a successful artist. He wouldn't be missing $50.
I set his wallet on the couch and walked up to them who were now making out.
Ugh.
I vanished out of the room and appeared on the sidewalk outside of the apartment. I skipped down the pavement with the money in my hand.
This is the part where I act like a normal person and let me be seen. I want to blend in with everyone else and act like I actually have a life and errands to do.
I buy myself a cup of coffee and strode out into a flea market.
Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
I turn to the screen displaying in the TV shop as a music video is being played.
"Oh my gosh it's him!" I squeal as I recognize the man I just jacked 50 bucks from.
Other girls join me as they watch the screen.
"He's so hot"
"I'm Larry as fuck."
"Zayn is sex." They all said.
"I heard he does it with his girlfriend all the time." I blurt out. They all blush and squeal at the idea. I laugh and walk on, leaving the crowd to fangirl over the boy band.
Did you know that dream catchers are actually really easy to make? I thought to myself as I saw the dream catchers hung up for sale in the market. I've always wanted one, because I usually get nightmares. Dreams about me never finding a home, or never finding my parents. It scares me to think I'll be alone for the rest of my life.
I was 6 when I was first wandering on the streets. I couldn't remember anything about myself other than my name and my age. I couldn't remember my parents or where I'm from at all. People couldn't see me, and I thought I was being ignored.
But it was fun.
Props of being invisible is you could do whatever you want without getting caught. Stealing food, candy, clothes, all of that jazz.
I soon mastered to be seen when I was 10. I was at a park and I met a sweet girl. We became friends, but I had to keep wandering. I couldn't stay with her forever. She had a family and a life and I wasn't going to keep her from that.
So here I am 5 years later still wandering. But I know how to entertain myself. I decided not to buy a dream catcher because I don't even have a bed to call my own.
I walked into a nice restaurant because despite all the chocolate I ate this morning I was STARVING.
"How many?" The cute waiter asked.
"Just one please." I said with a smile. He led me to a single table and handed me a menu.
I ordered creole macaroni, mashed potatoes, a Caesar salad and a chocolate milkshake.
It's gonna be a feast girl, a feast. Thank you Zayn.
"Is there anything else you need?" The same cute waiter asked me.
"No thanks. You're really cute though." I said as I sipped my milkshake clean.
I was a huge flirt for a 15 year old hahaha.
"Not so bad yourself." He said as he winked at me and left to attend other costumers.
Oh my god he called me cute. Gahhh
I paid at the cashier and left the store. I wandered for the rest of the day as I picked who I would stay with for the night.
And of course, I thought about the waiter. I mean, he wouldn't see me so why not?
At the end of the day I popped back in front of the restaurant that was now closing. I watched his back as he was locking the store doors. He put on his hoodie and looked to his watch. He started walking off and I followed him like a lost pup.
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fanfic"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
